6 Thunsheer 835
(Khajiit)
After jumping through their annoying hoops, we’re now finally full members of the Riders on the Storm, and together we kill the dragon Yysandr’el. We got so. much. gold! We partied with the few remaining members of the Riders (sadly most of their members dying didn’t mean even more gold for us - if I would be the leader, no more money to widows for sure) and had a well deserved night’s rest.
In the morning I suggest to Sigurd that maybe we should bury Uthemar in the forest, since he loved it here so much after all, it was his home. To be honest I didn’t really like that Elf, he was always against my plans and we missed a lot of treasure because of his obsession with Molaesmyr. Like that statue that we almost killed? All those weapons strapped to its hands? Man, what a missed opportunity that was. Sigurd agreed to bury Uthemar here, Sigurd is a reasonable man, I am starting to like him more and more. Another bonus: now we have more space in our bag of holding for more loot to sell in Uthodurn! It’s going to take a while before I get the smell of the body of Uthemar out of my nose though. Sometimes I wish I had the poor smell of those humans. Anyway, with Uthemar buried, no chance of him getting resurrected and joining the group again. I do feel bad for Davinara who seems sad, but I’m sure she’ll get over the loss of Uthemar.
We unfold our magnificent magic boat and sail up the river and the lake towards the Alps. According to Rubble, we’re going to skip a lot of dangerous ground this way. Rubble is also a very reasonable and useful man, I think I can maybe teach him cartography - he seemed interested. Would he pay for that? Nah, never mind. Just too bad he is the worst cook BY FAR I’ve ever met. At first I ate some of his food to be polite but now that we know each other better I stopped eating his food. He says he trained as a chef.. I wonder if he actually finished his training or if he got kicked out of chef school because he’s so bad. Maybe it’s just me though, the rest seems to eat his food just fine. Man, I miss the good spicy Marquesian food! No birds to catch here on the river either, so I am eating my rations.
A few days later we sail to the shore and set off towards the entrance of Uthodurn, through the Alps. Fuck, it’s cold, so very very cold. It’s all I can think about, my teeth are chattering, I can’t stop shivering. Davinara is happy as always and in awe of the weather. Bless her heart, she does lift my spirit somewhat.
After a day of walking we are ambushed by a huge group of Hobgoblins, who weirdly enough want to fight to their deaths, even in the face of impossible odds. Still, they give it their best and managed to knock both Rubble and Davinara unconscious - Davinara even multiple times! Sigurd and I are handling the fight a lot better, the big man is a sight to behold. Where I am darting from place to place, never staying in a single spot, throwing my psychic blades, Sigurd is standing there, raging, surrounded from all sides, and yet unfazed, killing one enemy after the other. Note to self: keep Sigurd around and he’ll take the brunt of the force when in a fight.
We loot the monsters, and after a short rest we continue our journey when we spot the tracks of a fight, and what looks like some humanoids taken as prisoners. Davinara and Rubble insist on following the tracks and saving those prisoners. I’m not so sure, it seems out of the way, into the cold, into danger… but the lure of a camp full of more enemies and more loot does win in the end and I agree to join. In fact, I sneak ahead, spot an empty camp save for two prisoners in a wooden cage, and I free them with ease. They’re an Elf and a Dwarf, and they ask if they can join us to Uthodurn, which seems like an excellent idea to me. If we get attacked by the same giants they got attacked by before, it’ll be easy enough to outrun the Dwarf.
By the Gods, I can’t wait to lay in front of a fire on a cozy fluffy rug, counting my gold coins one by one. Can’t wait to show Inoki, she’ll be so proud! Luck is finally on our side, praise be Avandra!